August 10, 2012
Digestifs are big in this country. An after-dinner sip of cognac or port makes sense to me — a little boozy punch in the face to get you off to dreamland a little easier, and maybe get the cheese funk off your breath.
Tim’s a cognac man. I am… well, I have a bigger sweet tooth than he does. While he often takes a post-dinner glass of Courvoisier, I wanted something a little less burney on the way down, and after leaving my beer brewing supplies in the states, I missed the experimentation in the make-your-own adult-type beverages department.
July 13, 2012
If fairies were to drink something other than raindrops and morning dew, this would be it.
There’s a shop on Rivoli a few blocks from my apartment that sells honey. Only honey. Oh, and some health products made from honey or pollen. But really, it’s the back wall, entirely covered with different varietals of golden syrupy bee spit, that I’m interested in.